Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Divine Quiet, i never get but the boy oh yeah, i thought you lived in a house? or are you like me stuck in an apt never being alone...
We do indeed live in a house; the boy referred to is me, who persists in breaking the silence with poems such as these.
and you keep on doing just that ok?
In the strangest, funniest way, I feel it really isn’t up to me. And so, we shall see.
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